by Anita Rimmer
Home Schooled - Learning to Please
By Anita Rimmer
Home Schooled - Learning to Please
Anita Rimmer
Copyright 2014 by Anita Rimmer
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For as long as I can remember, my family and I have lived on a farm, miles away from anyone else. Our nearest neighbors are an old couple that sometimes would babysit for me and my brother, but other than them we don’t see many other folk around here. Jimmy, my brother, works the farm with my Pa from sun up to sun down. He’s 18 now, but he’s been doing that for as long as I can remember. I’m 18 as well, but I spend most of my days feeding the chickens and helping my Ma in the kitchen.
We aren’t twins, Jimmy and I. Truth be told, he’s not really my brother. Not by blood, anyway. Just as Pa isn’t really my Pa, but he may as well be as I don’t even remember my real father. Ma said he was killed in a tractor accident soon after I was born, and she married my new Pa fairly soon after that. She needed someone to run the farm, and he was newly widowed himself, and with a young son to boot. So I guess they kind of needed each other.
Since we lived so far from everyone else, we spent a lot of time at the farm growing up. Since Jimmy and I were brought together when we were so young, I’ve always thought of him as my true brother, just as I think of my Pa as my true Daddy. But Jimmy and I still fight a lot, probably because we’re so close in age and don’t get to spend enough time with other kids. Sometimes I wish we were closer.
As it was, though, the farm became our playground most of the time, but it was also our school whenever my parents had time. Of course, anyone who’s lived on a farm knows that there really isn’t a lot of time, especially when you just have a family of four with only two men. So although Ma and Pa did their best to teach us when they could, most of our lessons were limited to the winter months. Even then, though, things were busy around here - there are still animals to take care of, repairs to make on the buildings, etc. That means that even though I’m already 18, it’s December and I’m having to sit through another class with my brother and Pa.
As usual, we were in a large bedroom that my parents had converted into a little classroom. There was a chalkboard on the wall and a couple of desks. I was sitting behind one, and my brother behind the other as my Pa stood in front of us. He liked for us to be formal, just like a school, so that we’d take it seriously.
“What are we learning about today?” Jimmy asked. His desk was a few feet from mine, because whenever we use to move it closer we’d get in trouble for distracting each other and fooling around.
“I think we need to talk about biology,” Pa said. “You two are old enough that you should start to understand how the body works.”
“Daddy! I hope you aren’t talking about the birds and the bees. Mom had that talk with us years ago.”
Daddy smiled, his face opening up and showing his white teeth. He was a handsome man, and today he was wearing a light shirt underneath a flannel open top. His broad chest was still apparent even with both of those layers covering it. “Oh did she now,” he said. “Well that’s lucky then, because it means we can move on to more important topics like digestion or your immune system. What you're referring to is more anatomy, anyway.”
“I think the birds and the bees sounds much more interesting,” said Jimmy. I looked over at him and he flashed his typical crooked smile. He was the spitting image of his dad. Dark hair over striking blue eyes, broad shoulders and chest, and very white teeth. I laughed as well, agreeing with him.
“Well your sister already knows everything about that topic, so digestion it is,” Daddy said.
“She doesn’t know everything,” Jimmy said. “She just thinks she does.”
“I know more than you,” I shot back. Jimmy always teased me about being a know-it-all but in this case I’m sure that I did know more than he did.
“How would you know more than me, I got the same talk from mom as you did! Or did you forget that I was sitting right next to you?”
“She told me some stuff after class,” I said, although I immediately regretted it. At the time, she had told me to keep it a secret, although that was years ago so I wasn’t even sure that promise still applied.
“What kind of stuff?” Jimmy asked, his eyebrows almost invisible against his hairline they were so high on his head.
“Just stuff,” I said, thinking better of opening my mouth. Mom was out this afternoon getting groceries and I couldn’t confirm with her whether or not I could share what she had told me. At the time, what she had said had made me laugh and turn bright red. Even though I’d thought about it a lot over the years, we hadn’t mentioned it since and I wasn’t even sure I would remember it all correctly anyway.
“Actually, I’m pretty curious myself,” Pa said. “What did she tell you that she couldn’t tell Jimmy?”
Now I was in a bind. If my Pa was asking me, I couldn’t really refuse him, could I?
I looked down, nervously tucking a strand of my long brown hair behind my ear as it fell in front of my face.
“Well, Ma said to keep it to myself. She said it was just stuff to know about for when I got older.”
“When was this?”
“Back a few years ago, when we first had the talk.”
“Well, you’re older now. Is what she told you then more meaningful now?”
I just shrugged. I could feel a heat in my face as I continued to stare intently at the desk in front of me. I traced the lines in the wood from where I had dug my name into it over the years with my pen.
“Sarah?”
I looked up to see Daddy’s cool blue eyes watching me intently. He was waiting for an answer and I wasn’t going to be able to avoid it.
“She… she just told me things about… ummm… keeping a man.”
“Keeping a man? What does that mean?”
“Well… she said that when you meet a man and you like him… there are certain things you can do to make sure he really likes you back. And wants to stay with you.”
Daddy looked at me with an odd face. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think there was a bit of a smile in there somewhere, but for the most part it was pretty serious.
“What kind of things?”
I thought about what my mother had told me back then. At the time, it had caused me to burst out into laughter until I realized she was serious. Then I was horrified. But as I thought about it more and more over the years, the idea had started to interest me. Now I just felt embarrassed at the thought of bringing it up to my Pa, not to mention with Jimmy right next to me!
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I decided to just go for it. Taking a deep breath, I blurted it out. “She said that girls can put a boy’s willie in their mouth and suck on it.”
This time it was my Daddy’s eyebrows that tried to merge with his hairline, but it was Jimmy who made the first sound. It was kind of like a half sputtering, half gurgling noise before he found his voice. “What?”
I shrugged again. “I don’t know, that’s what she said.”
“Well how long do you do that for?” my brother asked.
“Mom said you’ll know when you’re done. I don’t know what she meant by that, though.”
“I do!” Jimmy exclaimed.
“Really?” my eyes lit up. Ever since I’d had the conversation with my mother and she had ended it so cryptically, I’ve wondered what she meant.
Jimmy was nodding. “I bet it’s the same as when I rub on it. If I do it long enough, I make cream.”
“Cream? Like a cow?”
“Sort of. But I assume it’s the baby juice that mom talked about when she gave us the birds and the bees talk.”
The baby juice. Right. The stuff that the boy squirts out of his willie into the girl to put a baby in her belly. At the time that had sounded disgusting as well, but no worse than having it in her mouth, she supposed.
I noticed Pa had been quiet during this exchange, so I looked back over at him. He was still staring at us both. His lips were pursed, but I was pretty sure that he was, in fact, wearing a slight smile.
“Your mother,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”
“What do you mean,” I asked.
“She’s always been pretty free and open about stuff like that,” he said. “So it shouldn’t surprise me that she told you all that.”
“Is she right?” I asked.
“About what?”
“Is putting a boy’s thingy in my mouth a way to make him like me?”
Daddy laughed now. “Well it certainly can’t hurt. But that’s not to say you should be doing it to just anyone. You save that for someone you love.”
“Okay Daddy,” I said.
“You know what?” he said suddenly. “I think our lesson is done for the day. I just heard your mother come home, and I think I need to have a bit of a talk with her. I’ll see you kids at dinner.” Pa left the room in a bit of a hurry, and Jimmy and I followed quickly after him. We were never ones to stick around the classroom any longer than required. I went to my room and Jimmy went to his. It was at least an hour or two before dinner.
I lay on my bed, thinking about what had just been discussed and the conversation I had had years ago that led up to it. As had happened often in the past, just the mere thought of putting a boy’s willie in my mouth made me feel all weird. In the past, the feeling had been kind of disgusting and grossed me out. More often than not lately, though, it hadn’t been grossing me out as much as intriguing me. In fact, most of the time when I thought about it for more than a minute or two, I started to feel all tingly between my legs. It was a problem I had taken to solving by using my fingers to rub the feeling away. It was weird how that worked, too. The more I rubbed, the more the tingles grew. But then they would crash into me and cause me to shudder in pleasure. Only after that had happened would they finally start to subside.
This time, though, I was thinking more about what my Daddy had said about it than the actual act itself. I needed to save it for someone I loved, and it would probably help to make that person like me more.
A sudden blast of music came from the shared wall between Jimmy’s room and mine. He had turned on his stereo and as usual it was far too loud. I know Ma and Pa didn’t mind as they were usually half way across the house and could barely hear it, but when it was right next to my wall it is always really annoying. But I knew from the past that if I told him to turn it down, he would get mad and we’d end up fighting, which saddened me. I just wished that Jimmy and I got along better. When we were younger we were much closer, but as we’ve gotten older, we’d been fighting more and more. Ma said it was just his testosterone flaring up, making him into a hot head. Whatever it was, I wished it would go away. I love my brother, but sometimes I just can’t stand him.
I decided to try asking him nicer to turn the music down. In the past I was as much to blame as he was, pounding on the wall or going in there screaming my head off for him to shut it off. Maybe if I was nicer, he would respond better.
Jimmy’s door was closed when I went to his room, his music escaping through the cracks underneath so I knew he wouldn’t hear my knocks. I tried anyway, but as expected there was no answer. Since my parents didn’t believe in locks on our doors, I pushed his open and gasped aloud at the sight before me.
Jimmy was lying on his bed, facing the ceiling. The music was blaring, and he hadn’t seen me come in, but that was also partly because his eyes were screwed shut and his body slightly arched. What surprised me, though, was that his pants and underwear were down below his knees and his hand was rubbing furiously up and down along his willie.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight before me, although I know I should have probably just closed the door quickly and pretended not to have seen anything. With the music as loud as it was and his eyes closed, I could have gotten out of there and he never would have known that I had seen anything.
I have no idea what possessed me, then, to actually walk further into his room and shut the door behind me. I mean, I knew why I shut the door - if my parents had come up then things would have gotten a lot more awkward, for both of us. But what I didn’t know was why when I shut it, it hadn’t been from the outside.
Jimmy had removed his shirt as well, and his hard abs were flexed and tight as his hand moved rapidly below them. The muscles in his right arm were also taunt, and I admired how strong he was. Years of working the farm with Pa had really done wonders for his physique. But what really had my attention was what was between his legs. I’d seen his willie before, years ago when we were a lot younger, but it was MUCH bigger than I remembered it. It reminded me of the willies on some of the farm animals we had in the barn. But it was much more interesting when it was hanging between a hottie like Jimmy than on a goat or even a horse.
I started to think back to the conversation we had just had, as well as the one I had had with my Ma years ago as I watched him. People really put those in their mouths? I wondered what it would taste like. I couldn’t fit the whole thing in, for sure, but I could definitely get the top purplish part in. Then I remembered what Jimmy had said about making cream, and I wondered if I would get to see that. Immediately I was even more interested in what he was doing and I moved closer to get a better look.
I don’t know if Jimmy heard me over the music, or somehow sensed that I was there, but all of a sudden his eyes opened and he looked at me. My own eyes met his and time seemed to stand still for a moment. His hand stopped rubbing along his length, and his mouth hung open in shock as we stared at each other. It felt like forever, but it was probably only really a second before he yelled and sat up, bringing both hands to his lap to cover himself.
“Sarah, what the heck are you doing in here? Get out!” he yelled loud enough that I could hear him over the music.
“I’m sorry,” I said, my hand raising to cover my mouth. “I just came in to ask you to please turn down the music. I didn’t see anything!” It was an obvious lie, given that I had been standing there and staring at him when he saw me.
“You should have knocked,” he yelled back.
“I did,” I protested weakly.
“What?”
“I did.. oh for heaven’s sakes,” I walked across his room and turned down his music myself. “I said I did, but you couldn’t hear me over the music.” I was able to talk at a normal volume now. I kept my eyes on his face consciously, although I was very tempted to drop them down again and sneak another peak. I was curious as to whether his hands were able to completely hide him given he was so big.
“Just get out,” he repeated glumly.
“I’m sorry Jimmy,” I said again. I walked towards the door, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to leave just yet. My mind was racing with what I had just seen. “Were you trying to make the cream come out?” I asked suddenly, my eyes wide with hope as I turned back towards him.
Jimmy sighed and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. “Sarah…”
“Please tell me,” I said.
“Fine, yes, I was. Now can you please go?”
“I want to see. Can I? Please?”
“What? Are you crazy, no way, get out!”
“I’ll put my mouth on it,” I offered suddenly. I think I surprised myself as much as I surprised him as soon as I said it.
Jimmy’s head snapped down and he stared at me. His dark hair was a bit mussed, and his blue eyes shone brightly. I knew I had his attention. “Wait, what?”
“Well…” I said, thinking quickly about what I had just said and whether I really meant it. It totally made sense though, given what he and Pa and I had just discussed. “I’ve thought about it a lot since Ma told me about it, and the idea has always seemed kind of weird but in sort of an interesting way,” I said. “And then when we talked about it earlier, and Pa said it’s something you do with someone you love when you want them to like you more… well, I love you, Jimmy. You’re my brother! And lately I feel like we fight a lot, so maybe this would help you like me more.”
“Ah, heck, I do like you Sarah. I agree, though, we do fight a lot. I’d like that to stop as well.”
“So then, why don’t we try it?”
“I dunno, it’s embarrassing to show you my cock…”
I laughed when he said that word. “Cock? You mean your willie? Why did you call it a cock? It didn’t look like a chicken to me.”
Jimmy shrugged. “I dunno, that’s just what it’s called. Willie is a baby term.”
“Oh,” I said. I certainly didn’t want to be called a baby, I was 18 after all. “Well anyway, I’ve already seen your… cock.” The word sounded weird on my tongue, but I kind of liked it. “No point being shy now.”
